Fuse 100 of 808 Mafia - Lose My Mind lyrics

[Produced by Fuse] [Intro] Hey man, f** wrong with these n***as check? f** y'all n***as thought n***a? We ain't pullin' up on y'all n***as man [Hook 1] I'ma lose my f**ing mind If you touch one of mine All dese b**hes snortin' lines I'ma lose my f**ing mind If you touch one of mine White b**hes snortin' lines Hunned bands for my time Quarter mil on the line Quarter mil for my time Everywhere like Wi-Fi Don't go nowhere without my .5 We can shoot it out or fight Those my brothers, better not touch 'em If you do, I might bust 'em For that sack, I might rush 'em Know that pink ain't robotussin Drink muddy, yeah it's dirty White hoes snortin' and f**in' Blunt to the face, headbu*tin' Colorado, Denver Nugget [Verse 1] You got that work, we extortion n***a Put the bud in the hood and endorse my n***as I'm from Riverdale I was a magician I get 'em gone soon as they get in Never had a role model just me and my n***as Extendo's on the pistol I remember havin' four dollas And everybody starvin' Had to split McChickens Young n***a rich, go run to McDonald's I'm servin' McChickens Rollie my wrist Red bottoms my b**hes Black body my Bentley No suit and tie, handle my business And the same n***as still with me In the same hood, on the same block With the same n***as in the trenches [Hook 2] I'ma lose my f**ing mind If you touch one of mine All dese b**hes snortin' lines I'ma lose my f**ing mind If you touch one of mine White b**hes snortin' lines Hunned bands for my time Quarter mil on the line Quarter mil for my time Coolin' with my slimes I'ma lose my f**in' mind I wish I could press rewind Sixty thousand on my time Rollie on my wrist gon' shine Stare too long, you might go blind [Verse 2] Every seen a real n***a on the Forbes list haan? Back to back Porsches on my horse sh** Ever count a hundred thousand dollars like "Oh sh**" Ashy white bricks, know I hit it with the lotion I swear I really came from nothin' n***a Clayton County I was thuggin' n***a Got my name, I was bussin' n***as It's defensive shots it ain't nothing n***a Broad day out in public n***a You ain't day one I ain't f**in' with ya You a sweet lick, you a s**er n***a See me out in traffic tryna duck a n***a I go Slim Dunkin on these n***as Love every one of my n***as f** with 'em I swear I be gunnin' at n***as Ain't worried bout none of you n***as, I swear [Hook] I'ma lose my f**ing mind If you touch one of mine All dese b**hes snortin' lines I'ma lose my f**ing mind If you touch one of mine White b**hes snortin' lines Hunned bands for my time Quarter mil on the line Quarter mil for my time